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To Love

by Robert Herrick, 1648

I’m free from thee; and thou no more shalt hear
My puling pipe to beat against thine ear.
Farewell my shackles, though of pearl they be;
Such precious thraldom ne’er shall fetter me.
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke,
Submits his neck unto a second yoke.

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